Louisiana_Sitar_Club:"I haven't eaten dinner home in many years," said Mr. Rosen, who tried singles groups and other activities after his wife of 70 years, Lillian, died five years ago, when she was 95.

That is the greatest/saddest thing I've read in quite a while.

I haven't eaten dinner home in many years also, if you get my drift and I think you do.

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom:Probably has more to do with the lifestyle of privilege that had allowed to eat at upscale restaurants every night than the meals served at those restaurants.

When it's a privilege you've built for yourself ... good.

"Call it payback for the meager meals he ate growing up in Russia, where as a boy, he recalled, he marched with protesters during the Russian Revolution. He and his family fled the pogroms, came through Ellis Island and moved into a railroad apartment on Pitt Street on the Lower East Side. By the time he was 11, young Harry's meals improved to pickled herring sold from barrels on the street, and he worked as a delivery boy for pennies before taking a job at an office supply company."